[32]staring at the barrel of the gun.
Killa
My heart raced as I stared at the barrel of the gun my hands up as they shouted at me to get down on my knees.
I did as told bowing down to the white man with the badge I looked to my side to see tears rolling down my baby's face I never wanted my little boy to see me like this.
No father wanted their son neither their daughter to see them in this position,in there eyes a father could do no wrong and look at me being a prime example to my son showing him what a "bad" man looks like.
I mouthed the words "I love you" to both my son and wife as they gripped on tightly to each other.
This wasn't how it was suppose to happen I was suppose to fight my battle then get my family outta this lifestyle,ha well didn't I tell you karma's a bitch?
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The end.
